The island sucks
Who: Jensen and Shaun
When: Afternoon, backdated to before Jensen’s post about Clay’s disappearance
Where: Jensen & Shaun’s cottage
What: Jensen finds out that Clay has disappeared
Empty. Empty. Empty. The whole house was fucking empty.
Jensen ran down the hallway to Clay's room. Hand on the door frame, he looked into what should have been Clay's bedroom, but was instead a very empty room. "What the..." He trailed off as his brain grabbed onto the last hope of Clay having switched rooms. Quickly turning around, he ran back down the hall and up the stairs, taking the steps two at a time, "Clay?!" He pushed open the doors to rooms as he passed them, shouting the colonel's name. Each room was as empty as the last.
Gone.
Clay was gone.
Jensen lingered in the hallway, stunned. The island had taken Clay. Like it had taken George and Cougar and Bobby and everyone before them. Another person he knew disappeared, another time he hadn't been able to do anything about it. Jesus--And Clay was dead. He'd almost forgotten... The realization left him feeling like the floor had dropped out from under him. Dead. He'd known Clay for ten years and now he was just gone.
For a minute, Jensen just stood there not knowing what to do. Then, training kicked in and his feet were moving, guiding him back toward home. When he got there and opened the door though, and the familiar comforts and smells and sounds of home made all those neatly pulled together thoughts fall back to pieces.
Walking into the living room, he dropped down onto the couch. He could hear Shaun typing in the other room. "So," a humorless laugh escaped, "Clay's gone."
When: Afternoon, backdated to before Jensen’s post about Clay’s disappearance
Where: Jensen & Shaun’s cottage
What: Jensen finds out that Clay has disappeared
Empty. Empty. Empty. The whole house was fucking empty.
Jensen ran down the hallway to Clay's room. Hand on the door frame, he looked into what should have been Clay's bedroom, but was instead a very empty room. "What the..." He trailed off as his brain grabbed onto the last hope of Clay having switched rooms. Quickly turning around, he ran back down the hall and up the stairs, taking the steps two at a time, "Clay?!" He pushed open the doors to rooms as he passed them, shouting the colonel's name. Each room was as empty as the last.
Gone.
Clay was gone.
Jensen lingered in the hallway, stunned. The island had taken Clay. Like it had taken George and Cougar and Bobby and everyone before them. Another person he knew disappeared, another time he hadn't been able to do anything about it. Jesus--And Clay was dead. He'd almost forgotten... The realization left him feeling like the floor had dropped out from under him. Dead. He'd known Clay for ten years and now he was just gone.
For a minute, Jensen just stood there not knowing what to do. Then, training kicked in and his feet were moving, guiding him back toward home. When he got there and opened the door though, and the familiar comforts and smells and sounds of home made all those neatly pulled together thoughts fall back to pieces.
Walking into the living room, he dropped down onto the couch. He could hear Shaun typing in the other room. "So," a humorless laugh escaped, "Clay's gone."